Love is the expression

Love is the expression
Love is the expression of simplicity in emotion

The unattainable longing that comes so unexpectedly

With great subtlety and bliss
  

Jun, 12 2010     136 chars (1 sms)     3050 views       Love

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Wo Aaine Ko B Hairat Me Daal Deta H
Kisi Kisi Ko Khuda Ye Kamal Deta H
Ajib Shaks Hai Rulata H Muje,
Fir
Ansu Ponchne K Liye Rumaal Deta Hy
Wonderful Quote:

"Love is the Seventh sense,
Which Destroys all the Six Senses"
Romance Mathematics
Smart man + smart woman = romance
Smart man + dumb woman = affair
Dumb man + smart woman = marriage
Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy
As I feel the tear go down my cheek,
I notice that my heart is weak,
For the love I have for you,
Will always be gold and true,
I have made some mistakes, they rest in the past,
But know my love will always last,
Even though we are a distance apart,
You always have the key to my heart.
When lots of people starts to love you,
You may get confused whom to love,
Just tell them I hate you,
Everyone will get back,
But not the person who loves you truly.
if i could stop time i would stop it
every time you looked at me, smiled at me,
waved at me, or hugged me,
just so the moment could last a little longer.
If Love is Water
I will give you rivers and oceans
.
If Love is Space
I will give you the whole Universe
.
If heat is your Love
I wish the Sun beside me
If a raindrop would mean ... I love you
and you would ask me how much I love you,
i bet you that it would rain all day
How do you spell love?... when you reach the point where the happiness, security, and development of another person is as much of a driving force to you as your own happiness, security, and development, then you have a mature love. True love is spelled G-I-V-E. It is not based on what you can get, but rooted in what you can give to the other person.
Udaas Hoon Par Naaraz Nahi
Tere Dil Me Hoon Par Tere Paas Nahi
Vaise To Sab Mere Paas Hai
Par Tujhsa Koi Khaas Nahi..!!!
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
When U Love SomeOne, Its SomeThing. . .

When SomeOne Love U, It''s Another Thing

When U Love The Person Who Loves U Back, It''s EveryThing . . . :)